I am so excited because I found a rhubarb plant at the farm store yesterday. Of course I cannot make pie out of it any time soon, so I also bought a pound of rhubarb. Today I made a lattice top rhubarb (with some strawberries in it) pie-for after dinner.
I went into the kitchen to prepare some dinner stuff (mango avocado salsa) and noticed a trail of crumbs from the pie and nibble marks on the edge. I asked “who was nibbling on my pie?” to which my husband replied “Fastolph!”.
I said “Fastolph, did you nibble on the pie?”
“Ye-ess!”
He was very proud of himself.
My brother said I should start a whole blog called “Fastolph Tales”.
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MY husband dug the hole for my rhubarb plant! Now all it needs is some well-rotted manure and I will plant it.
Trappist monastery jam makes an excellent Rhubarb jam that I use to get through the winter.
Rhubarb? Y-U-C-K!!! My Father always grew that, and would always make us eat it! I think it’s a northern thing.Despite his rhubarb plants, I grew up addicted to Peaches,Watermelon & strawberries.
Steve! Not liking rhubarb is blasphemy around here! just kidding 😉 but why not search our site and pull up our rhubarb posts? How did your pa feed it to you? Rhubarb cooked properly is sublime. Perhaps you would like it cooked with strawberries in a pie.